God speak to me

Whisper in my ear like you whisper to the wind who goes, goes forth and tap dances from one end of the earth to the other

Through and through, from a mere whisper, just because of your whisper

Touch me, Lord touch me with your hands the same way you touched Adam and formed man out of dust

Mold me, shape me, break me, so that I can be rebuilt

Make me your own, leave your fingerprint on my form, so that all of creation knows that I am yours

And it has been your hands that have so intimately marked me

Lord sing to me

Serenade in my ear, which has a direct line to my heart

March words and melodies in my head, like soldiers heading out to war

Sing to me, sing to me, the way you sing to the humming bird

For it is in this she finds divinity, her voice